RYER (mature/sexual content)
I smirk when I hear her angered gasp as I saunter out of the room, leaving her tied to the chair. I swear I heard her mutter that I'm an asshole under her breath. Her anger only serves to amuse me. She'll make a fun little toy for me to irritate and play with. And she doesn't even know why I chose her of all people. Poor naïve, clueless, beauty. Whoa, beauty? Where in the hell did that come from? So she's beautiful, and sexy with legs for miles that I would love to have wrapped around my waist. She may be a blond bombshell, and a God damn sex kitten, but that doesn't change the fact that she is my little play thing. And it especially doesn't change the fact that I'll kill her when I am ready.
I make my way through the twists and turns of my massive house until I'm back in my large as hell living room where my friends are watching TV. When they see me, they smirk. "Damn, Ryer, she's a feisty one." Lucas says with an amused grin. "Sure as shit." Jay agrees, laughing before taking a swig of his beer. "Damn girl has one helluva knee apparently." Theo laughs and I narrow my eyes at him in warning. He snaps his mouth shut but I can tell he's extremely amused. "It's not funny you jackass. That actually hurt." I mutter before sinking down into my brown leather chair and grabbing a beer out of the cooler in front of me.
He barks out a laugh. "It looked like it did. I didn't think she would do that. I thought you scared her enough that she wouldn't even try to strike out. But damn, I was just as surprised as you were." Theo continues to laugh, making me even more annoyed. I smack the back of his head with enough force to make it hurt for a couple minutes. "Ow!" He yelps, grabbing his head and glaring at me. "What the hell was that for asshole?" He asks, angry now. I smirk at him. "Maybe you'll shut the fuck up now." I say to him in an annoyed voice yet I am still amused from smacking him. I take a drink of my beer, ignoring the glare I can feel burning a hole in the side of my head.
Jay laughs. "Why do you provoke him? You know you always get the shit end of it." Jay asks Theo, chuckling, amused because he knows he's right. Theo can be a real idiot at times. And that doesn't help the shit the comes out of his mouth sometimes. But he can be intimidating and terrifying as hell when he needs to be. Of course, he never scares me, but he could sure as shit scare the pee out of Alexa if he wanted to. I'm sure he already scares her now, but he could scare the motherfucking hell out of her if he tried. I know I already scare her, and Jay is next in line on the list of who scares her more. Lucas would be next, I'm assuming, but I'm pretty sure it's more on the creepy side with him. I think Alexa's afraid Lucas is going to rape her. He won't. They are like me. We all like a good fuck with a hot girl, but we won't touch her if she doesn't consent it first. So Alexa is safe. In that respect anyway.
As for torture, though, that makes me smirk. She's in for one helluva ride when it comes to that. Nothing can save her for what I plan to do to her. Just when I'll do it, though, I'm not to sure. Maybe I'll let her sit in fear for a little while longer. Thinking of all the horrible things that might happen to her. She might even think of somethings that I don't, and that makes me laugh. She'll freak herself out so much that by the time I show up she might just pee her pants. Hell, she might do that anyway since she hasn't gone to the bathroom since yesterday I'm assuming. I haven't exactly given her a bathroom break. There isn't even a bathroom in that room. And even if there was, she's still very much trapped to that chair.
I really should let her use the bathroom. I'm a dick, but I don't want her to pee herself, especially because I don't want her stinking like pee. That smell is nasty. And the fact that she'd either have to deal with stinky pee wet pants or none at all. Not that I'd be complaining if she sat naked. I think she would end up dealing with pee though rather than that.
Another thing that makes me laugh is the fact that she has no idea why I took her. Which is honestly hilarious. I don't know how she is so naïve and doesn't have a clue about anything, but it actually works very much to my advantage. She's even more vulnerable than I thought she was. She was in trouble before, but now that I know she doesn't understand anything, it puts her in an even more vulnerable position. Alexa doesn't have a clue what I am either, which will make it all the more entertaining when I sink my fangs into her appealing little neck and take a nice long drink of her delicious smelling blood later.
I don't plan on draining her, just a little taste. It smells absolutely incredible and it's been driving me crazy since I took her. The need to try it, to sink my fangs into her, have my lips on her beautiful flawless neck. Her delicious blood pouring into my mouth. I nearly groan. Her heart kept beating rapidly and I could hear her blood pumping through her veins, nearly making my mouth water the whole time I was around her. Truth be told, that's why I left the room so soon. I was too seconds from taking a drink from her, and I'm not quite ready to reveal what I am to her just yet.
I've never lost control before. Well, I haven't lost control in hundreds of years. I was only ever out of control when I was first turned into a vampire over five hundred years ago and everything was still new and hard to control. I've been seventeen-years-old for over five hundred years. Jay is technically eighteen, and he's been a vampire for five years less than I have. Lucas and Theo are both seventeen. Lucas is one hundred years younger than me, and Theo is one hundred and fifty years younger. I was the one who turned Jay and Lucas, and Jay turned Theo.
I have extremely strong restraint, but when it comes to her it seems like it's about to snap in a second. And that's not good. She entices me without even knowing it, she's almost enchanting to me. And the smell of her blood is intoxicating. Plus the fact that she's beautiful and has a wonderful body that's barely hidden by those flimsy pajamas she's wearing. Oh, how I'd love to rip those little things right off her body and fuck her up against the wall.
It will be hard to keep my hands off of her in a sexual way. For now, at least. I will plunge myself deep into her eventually, and hopefully it won't just be my fangs that sink into her warm, inviting body. That thought turns me on more than I'd like to admit, and I have to change my position in my chair, discretely rearrange myself and think of dead fish to calm my forming hard on that's making a tent in my jeans.
I shouldn't be getting turned on right now. It's not going to do anybody any good if I'm horny as hell and can't do anything about it at the moment. All I am when I'm sexually frustrated is angry as hell. I don't have time to go find some slut to fuck when I have other things I need to do at the moment. I really need to work out some kind of system where I have a fuck buddy whenever needed. Preferably she'd be a vampire like me so I wouldn't have to hold myself back from fucking her as hard and fast as I want. If I did that to a human, it wouldn't end well for her. I'd probably break her in half.
Although if Alexa was willing...
Get your horny ass mind away from that thought. I shake my head, trying to clear it. Alexa will not voluntarily fuck me, I know that much. She's terrified of me, there is no way I'm gonna get between her legs anytime soon. As much as I would like to. I have no doubt that she's a virgin. I can smell the innocence on her. There is no way she's ever had sex, even though I know she has a boyfriend. Oh, how I'd love to be the one to show her the joy of fucking and fucking hard.
"Ryer!" I'm snapped out of my perverted thoughts by Jay shouting at me with wide eyes. And by the tone of his voice, I'm guessing this isn't the first time he said my name. "What?" I ask in aggravation. I don't like being shouted at, it pisses me off. "Dude, you just shattered your beer all over the floor." He nods at my hand, which I noticed has a death grip on the now shattered beer bottle, leaving glass shards in my palm and beer on the rug. My hand is bleeding, but it will stop as soon as I pull all the glass out. "Dammit," I curse, dropping the rest of the glass on the floor and picking the pieces out of my hand. "What's got you so riled up that you broke your beer? You looked totally zoned." Lucas asks, looking at me strangely.
I snort. "Nothing." I deny, turning away from my friends curious gazes and focusing on picking up the glass. "Dude, you didn't just crush your beer over nothing. What were you thinking about?" Lucas pushes, spiking my annoyance up a notch. "Maybe he was thinking of getting Alexa naked." Theo says jokingly, laughing. "That would certainly get any man a little nuts. Girl is hot as hell." He keeps on, and my eye twitches. I look up at him with a glare and his eyes go wide. "Holy shit!" He throws his head back and laughs, his green eyes twinkling with mirth when he looks at me. "You were thinking that, weren't you!?" I give him an annoyed look and they all laugh.
"Well, I'll be damned," Jay says, shaking his head with a grin. "Yes, you are." I retort making him glare at me before laughing again. "Ryer is fantasizing about the girl he kidnapped out of her bed. How many times have you jacked off picturing her naked in your head yet?" Jay says jokingly and I want to punch him. None. Yet, anyway. No guarantees for later though. "Watch it." I warn, but Jay doesn't flinch and his grin stays firmly in place. He's been my best friend forever, he knows how far he can push me before I actually strike out at him.
"I did last night." Lucas admits grinning, and for some damn reason the thought of him picturing her while jacking off pisses me off on a whole new level. I don't like it. It's like something in me doesn't want anyone else thinking of her but me, like she's only mine to think about. I don't know why, and I fucking hate it. She's not mine. And I don't plan on letting her live for longer than a few months anyway. I'll use her to get what I want, then I'll kill her. Nothing else. Unless she decides she doesn't want to die a virgin and fucks me before I kill her. Fucked out of your mind then drained of blood. Huh, what a way to go.
"Can you all shut the fuck up now?" I say in an angry tone, the look on my face mirroring my voice. "Ryer, you need to go get a piece of ass so you calm the hell down. You're being a dick." Jay says, and I know he's right. "Yeah, I do." I say, standing up and grabbing my car keys. I jump in my blood red Camaro and drive to the nearest town which is quite the distance away in search of the closest bar there. And when I arrive, I smirk. This place is always full of sluts waiting to fuck. And I'm in the mood to fuck some slut really hard right now.
I walk inside and scour the place, looking for, as Jay put it, a hot piece of ass to fuck. I'll know it when I find one. It's obvious. She'll have very little clothing on, probably already had a lot to drink, and she'll most likely be flirting with the bar tender. Then I see one.
The blond sitting on the bar stool wearing nothing but a short, tight skirt, a silver crop top and red fuck me heels will take care of my hard on nicely. I saunter over to her and sit down beside her. "Hey, sexy." I say to her and a slow smile spreads across her face when she looks at me. "Hey," She looks me up and down slowly with an appreciative gleam in her eyes. "Can I buy you a drink?" I offer with a wolfish smile and she grins. "Sure." I raise my hand to get the bar tenders attention. "She'll have another." He nods, then gets to work making her drink.
"I'm Ryer." I introduce myself and she licks her pouty red lips, effectively drawing my attention. "That's a hot name. I'm Britney." She extends her slender, pale, well manicured hand my way and I take it, shaking it. "So, what are you doing here all alone, Britney?" I ask her lowly and she bites her lip in a sexy way. "I came for a drink, but I needed the distraction from my ex." I waggle my eyebrows. "I could help with that." She gives a sly smile. "I'm sure you could." I raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "One beer." I order as the bartender sets her fruity looking drink down in front of her.
After a couple more drinks, I turn to her. "Do you want to get out of here?" I say to her, a wicked grin on my face. She smirks in response, nodding and grabbing my hand. She slips down off the bar stool and I pull her along behind me, heading toward my Camaro. When she takes in my red Camaro, her eyes widen in appreciation. "Nice car." Britney says and I grin. "I know." I open the passenger side door for her and she sits down inside gracefully. I hop in the drivers side and gun the engine.
"You are really hot. How is it possible you're single?" The easy lay asks me. I shrug. "I prefer to be alone. I don't want a relationship, I just want a no-strings fuck." I inform her, and she gives a delighted laugh. "Good. Me too. I'm horny as hell and you seem like you can easily take care of that." She says, her hand on my upper thigh and slowly moving higher. Fuck. I nearly swerve into another lane when she cups my erection through my jeans. "Unless you want us to end up in a ditch, I suggest you move your hand away until we get to my place." I warn her, giving a side glance her way.
Her smirk is sly as hell. She knows exactly what she's doing. Then she starts stroking me, and I nearly hit an oncoming car. "Whoops. My hand slipped." Blondie says impishly, then removes her hand with a smirk on her pouty red lips. I snort. "Yeah, it slipped." I mutter.
When we arrive at my mansion, her eyes widen. "Damn." She whispers, and I smirk. Blondie - who's name I can't seem to remember - turns to look at me as she unbuckles her seatbelt. "You're rich." She points out wide-eyed and I nod. Once we're both out of my car I pull her inside the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. I ignore the guys knowing smirks as we go past them.
When we reach my bedroom I'm quick to discard my clothes, then her little amount of clothing and throw her against the wall. A naughty grin spreads across her face when I pin her to the wall with my hard body. I kiss her hard. "I'm clean. Are you? And are you on birth control?" I ask, even though I don't have to. Vampires can't get STD's or get someone pregnant. It's more of a habit I guess. She nods. "Yes." She pants. I grin. I kiss her one more time before I flip her around so her stomach and large as hell - obviously fake - tits are pressed up against the wall.
Then I push into her roughly from behind. She yells out in pleasure. I pull her arms up and grip her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, making her moan like the slut she is. My other hand is on her hip holding her tight enough to leave a bruise as I slam into her. She tilts her hips back to take me deeper and I pound her harder in response, and she screams out loudly. "Fuck, oh, fuck. Faster." She moans out, pushing back more to meet my thrusts. I grin, happy to oblige.
I can feel her tightening around me as she falls over the edge loudly. "RYER!" She screams out my name as she comes, pulling me closer to my own release. After another two thrusts, I'm coming into her in quick hot spurts. I groan loudly before I pull out, my cum spilling out of her and down her thighs. She's panting heavily, still leaning against the wall to catch her breath. I go to the bathroom to clean myself up, leaving her there. I got off. She got off. She's no use to me now. I'm not going to cuddle with her now. I don't do that shit. It's blow my load then hit the road with me. As shitty as that sounds, it's how I work. I don't do clingy shit. Or cuddly shit.
When I come out of the bathroom dressed and much calmer than I was before that, I find her pulling on the last of her clothing. "That was fun. We should do it again sometime." She tells me, grinning in satisfaction. I smirk at her and don't say anything in response, knowing that's probably never going to happen as I don't fuck the same girl twice as that is how clingy nutcases are born, before walking her out and calling her an Uber.
I go back inside leaving her standing outside slack jawed at my blatant lack of respect by leaving her in my front yard instead of driving her back myself. "Seriously!" I hear her shout in outrage when I shut the door.
I lock the door after I come inside and walk into the living room where my friends are watching the game. "Have fun with the prostitute?" Jay asks with an amused smirk. I narrow my eyes at him. "She wasn't a prostitute. Just a slut. There's a difference." I correct him, plopping down on my chair. "Oh, my bad." He says sarcastically, raising his hands in fake surrender. I glare at him, but it only makes him laugh. "I was horny and she was easy. It's as simple as that." I tell them, grabbing a beer. "You told me to get a piece of ass and I did and now you're giving me grief about it." I shake my head. "No, I'm not. I'm just making an observation." Jay tells me before looking back at the TV.
"So, what are you going to do with Alexa now? Talk to her or torture her?" Lucas asks with a mischievous gleam in his electric blue eyes. "I dunno. See what I feel like when I get to her I guess." I answer popping the cap on my beer. "Are you gonna break that one too?" Theo asks with a smirk. I smirk back. "No, smartass. I got off, I'm good now." I tell him and he shakes his head, laughing. "Damn, I need to get laid." He mutters under his breath.
After finishing my beer, I stand up. They all look at me. "Where're you going?" Lucas asks me with a raised brow. A slow smirk makes it's way to my lips. "I'm going to see my little prisoner."
Eww. Eww. Eww. Oh. My. God. Ryer just couldn't be quiet while he fucked that girl now could he. That was just gross. I literally heard the whole thing. Apparently, his bedroom is right above the room I'm locked in. Yuck. I think I'm scarred for life. First I hear my brother fuck his way through all the girls in our school, now I hear my kidnapper do the same thing. Gross. I've heard quite enough free live porn. And I don't want to hear anymore. That's just nasty.
What the hell is the matter with guys? They will literally screw anything that moves! How are they not crawling in STD's!? And do these women have no self respect? They sleep with dozens of men, do they not feel shame? I couldn't ever do that. I'm staying a virgin until I know I'm ready to lose it. I love Coby, and I am sure he is the one who I will lose it to, if I ever see him again. I love Coby and I want to see him again. There is nothing I want more right now than to be in his strong, loving, protective arms. And I don't even know if I'll ever see his gorgeous face and beautiful green eyes ever again.
No. Don't think like that, Alexa. I will see him and my family and Audrey again. I just need to figure out a way to get out of here. It's obvious I can't fight them or outrun them, especially in this maze of a house. Maybe I can outsmart them. Yeah, that's an idea. Trick them into trusting me, make them believe I'm on their side or something, then get the hell out.
Ha. Like that will work. Keep dreaming, Alexa.
Well, I can at least give it a shot. Now I just have to figure out how to pretend I'm not totally and completely terrified of them. How I'm going to do that, I don't know. I mean, I practically shiver in fear whenever I see Ryer, even though he is panty wetting gorgeous. I need to stop thinking like that. Unless it will help me not be as afraid of him, then maybe thinking of him as just an attractive asshole might work.
And yeah, Jay, Lucas and Theo are obviously good looking too, because, FML, I'm kidnapped and of course they have to be good looking which makes it really hard for me to want to punch their faces. Although I think I'd make an exception for Lucas though, the little pervert. I just know he thinks inappropriate thoughts around me. Yuck. I shudder. Yeah, he's good looking, but he still creeps me the hell out. And if he calls me kitten one more time, so help me God, I will pound him.
Now, how am I going to convince them that they don't scare me? I need to think of a plan that will buy me enough time for the police to find me or to escape. I try to think of all the things Kade and Coby have taught me on self-defense and things like that, but I keep coming up blank. The only things I can remember right now are kneeing the balls, but I did that and it just got me one step closer to them killing me for it. I could try to seduce Ryer then knock him unconscious, but I don't think Coby would appreciate that too much. I love him and I would never do anything to hurt him.
If only I could get off this damn chair. The stupid asshole just had to leave me tied up. He couldn't just lock the door to the room, no, he had to leave me tied to a chair. He could've let me go, it's not like I can break out of this room. Even if I tried! The door looks like reinforced steel, and there are bars on the damn window! I can't get out of here! I couldn't even if I had a crowbar. So I really don't get his point of leaving me on the chair when he knows I couldn't get out other than for his own amusement.
Yeah, that's exactly why he did it. Because he thinks it's funny. Oh, he is such an asshole. I have never hated someone so much who I've only known for a day. Him and his stupid, attractive, psychotic, kidnapper friends. Man, these guys have some serious issue.
Like, what is their point in kidnapping me? Why me specifically? What do they want with me? I don't even know them! And they all knew my name, which I can only assume means they have been watching me for awhile. I shudder. That's so creepy. I wonder just how long they have been watching me? And why did they choose me!? What have I done to deserve this!? They literally could've chose anybody to kidnap, and of course they pick me. My life was perfect, well, almost perfect, and then they have to go and ruin it.
I have the perfect boyfriend who I love so much, my BFF who is like a sister to me, my annoying brother that I love and miss, my parents who are amazing. All these people that I might not ever see again.
Tears sting my eyes. That thought hit me like a brick to the face. I might never see my family ever again. Ryer said himself he is going to kill me, he just doesn't know when. He's going to torture me for a while first, I'm sure, then kill me when he sees fit. So I have to suffer for his joy until he finally puts me out of my misery. And who knows if the cops will find me. And even if they do, will it be too late? What if by the time they do find me, they find my dead body? That thought scares me. A lot. But I'll fight. I will not go down without a fight, that's for sure. If I have to fight until my last breath I will. I know he's going to kill me. He told me he would. So I just need to buy some time.
How I'll do that, I have no clue. But I'm going to have to if I want to survive.
And damn, I wish I had more clothes. What I have on is barely even considered clothes, honestly. I'm in skimpy as hell pajama's that my brother highly disapproves of. Not only do I feel exposed, but I'm also really cold. This room isn't exactly insolated. It's made of like concrete or something, so it's freezing in here. I wish I could rub my arms to warm up, but I can't do that since they are tied to the fucking chair!
"UGH!" I groan out loudly in annoyance. "Stupid cruel asshole!" I mutter, breathing heavily in anger. My arms are covered in goosebumps and I really have to pee. Great. Just great. Now I have to pee really bad and I don't think he'll let me go to the bathroom. Maybe if I beg he'll let me, but who knows. I mean, he's the one who would have to deal with pee all over his floor if he doesn't let me go. I've been holding it in for a while, but now the I need to pee something fierce feeling has come back with a vengeance.
"Oh, here's an idea, I'll leave a poor innocent girl tied to a chair in tiny clothes in a freezing room. And not let her go to the bathroom either! Sounds like a plan!" I mock him, doing a terrible impression of his voice, knowing full well I'm talking to myself. I continue muttering to myself under my breath and in my anger, I don't notice the sound of the door opening.
"Do you always talk to yourself?" I gasp in shock and look toward the door to see Ryer leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his hard chest and his eyebrow raised in question. I can't seem to help noticing how attractive he looks and how sexy he looks with his eyebrow raised like that. Despite myself, I blush. Not only did he catch me talking to myself, I was mocking him at that. Well, shit. He doesn't seem mad that I was blatantly mocking him, more amused actually. Honestly, he's kind of looking at me like I'm nuts.
Oh, yeah, I'm the crazy one. Sure.
"No. But it's not like I have anyone else to talk to down here unless you'd like me to have a conversation with the wall." I don't know where I suddenly got the nerve to talk to him like that, but I'm not complaining. Maybe it will help convince him that I'm not afraid of him even though I'm terrified. His other eyebrow raises and the corner of his mouth twitches. 'The wall, huh? Don't you think that'd be a pretty one-sided conversation? Not that talking to yourself isn't, but at least you can answer yourself more than the wall could." I'm surprised by his sudden playfulness and I'm sure he can see it on my face.
He starts laughing - which I can't help but note sounds absolutely melodic and admire it - but I don't find this funny. If anything, I find it weird and a little unnerving. Why is he suddenly acting like this? We're not friends. I'm the girl he kidnapped. But if he's in a good mood, I might be able to use it to my advantage. I just need to keep him in a good mood for as long as possible. Then it hits me. He just got laid. That's why he's in such a good mood. Oh, well. If this is how he acts every time he gets laid, I want him to get some everyday if it will keep him like this.
I stare at him. He continues laughing then looks at me, mirth in his eyes. I raise a blond eyebrow at him. "How is that funny?" I ask him, genuinely curious. He smirks. And instead of it being his normal evil smirk, this one is just plain amused. And hot.
He shakes his head, dismissing me, but I can still tell he's more than amused right now. How is this possibly amusing to him? Well, he's a psychotic kidnapper, of course my misery is amusing to him. I scoff. His amused look stays put, only serving to irk me more. Jackass. He is so infuriating and he's literally not doing anything other than laughing. Ugh!
"I find it funny because you've only been locked down here for a day and you're already talking to yourself." Ryer muses, yet again chuckling to himself. I scowl and huff, turning away from his amused gaze only making him laugh more. He has a nice laugh.
Son of a bitch!
I need to stop thinking things like that. He is a very dangerous guy. He kidnapped me. Out of my bed. There is nothing good about him. I look up into his dark, sinful, sexy eyes and instantly regret it. He is too good looking for his own good. Granted, I don't feel as afraid of him right now as I did earlier, so that's good. "Actually, I was mocking you, but if you want to think that I'm just a loon who talks to herself, then fine." I tell him, expecting him to lash out at me in anger, but instead he just starts laughing again. Wow. He really is in a good mood right now. "Oh, I'm very aware that you were mocking me. I actually found it quite entertaining. Although your voice impression was terrible." Ryer points out, making me blush. Damn him.
I scowl again. "Anyway-" He starts, but when I start squirming in my seat, he shuts his mouth and looks at me like I grew two heads. "What are you doing? Why are you wiggling?" He asks confused. "I have to pee." I admit truthfully, my need to pee overriding any embarrassment I might have from my blunt statement. His eyes widen before he laughs. "You have to pee, do you?" He says, a teasing lilt to his voice. Oh, no. He's either not going to let me go to the bathroom or he's going to make me work for it or something. I nod. "Yes, I do. Very bad actually. So bad, that I hope you don't care much for this chair because soon enough it will be covered in pee." I warn him, squirming around as much as I can. It's even worse since I can't clamp my legs together since my ankles are tied to the legs of the chair, which makes it even harder to hold my pee.
I really feel like I'm about to pee my pants. "Now why should I believe that you really have to pee and you aren't just trying to get me to untie you?" He asks, eyebrow raised and an amused glint in his eyes. I gape at him in shock and horror. "Fine, don't believe me. You'll be the one who has to deal with a hostage that smells like pee." I tell him, shrugging, but continue to wiggle my hips around in a seemingly futile attempt to hold it. I've been holding it in for hours, and I don't know how much longer I can. He snorts, walking toward me and kneeling down so he's eye level with me. He is close enough that I can feel his warm breath on my face.
"Hm. I don't know if I'm totally convinced just yet." He muses, an evil slash amused gleam in his black eyes. I whimper, trying to not pee my pants. "Please Ryer. I swear to God I'm not joking. I'm about to pee all over this chair in about twenty seconds. I really have to go. Please." I beg, not caring if I sound utterly pathetic. He smirks. "I love it when a girl begs me." He says in a way that suggests he's talking sexually. I roll my eyes. Ryer leans down and starts untying me slowly, tediously slowly. I squirm more. He chuckles under his breath before moving faster, and soon enough I'm free from my bounds. I jump up and he grips my arm.
"If you think I'm just going to let you run around aimlessly, you're nuts. This way." Ryer says, leading me to what I'm hoping is the closest bathroom. We end up walking upstairs and past the living room where the guys all give us curious glances. "Wow. She already agreed to fuck you?" Lucas asks, astonished and I gasp loudly in shock, nearly peeing myself just from his statement. "No, you jackass. She needs to go to the bathroom." Ryer tells him as he drags my along. My face is burning in embarrassment, but it's soon forgotten when we reach a door. He lets me go and I rush inside and lock the door.
It's a nice bathroom, but I'm not surprised since the whole place is stunning, well, other than the room he keeps me locked in anyway. The shower has a bathtub, like you'd see in a hotel room, and the floor is a crisp white tile. It has a marble countertop with a really pretty sink.
After doing my business, I contemplate jumping out the window. And upon realizing how stupid an idea that is because I know I wouldn't get far, or even worse, end up stuck in the window, I grit my teeth and open the door.
As I suspected, Ryer is still standing there, waiting for me with a bored expression on his face. I walk toward him and he grips my bicep - which seems to be his favorite thing to do - but he grabs me surprisingly gentle, not his usual tight grip, and pulls me along. But instead of going back the way we came, he pulls me in an entirely different direction. Toward the living room, where Jay, Lucas and Theo are. I gulp. Great, now I not only have to deal with Ryer, but with his friends too.